In many shamanic societies, if you go to a shaman or medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited or depressed, they don’t throw a couple of pink pills at you and tell you to come back again in a month if things don’t get better. Instead, they ask: When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did
Welcome. This is where I lay it down. Inspiration. Word flow. Musings on the messiness of being human. My hope is that something resonates with you. That we connect through things that inspire us both to be soulful, grounded and in touch with something higher than routine, the hustle and the grind. Oh. And I made you something.